Miss Ingen

Last night I met Miss Ingen.

The time was rather peculiar. I was flirting with the idea of giving up the futile pursuit of being somebody. I was not fooling anyone, and last night I thought perhaps I should stop being fooled by myself.

Few steps away from the door of my building stood a figure clad in black. She grinned when she finally noticed me. Balding and as wrinkled as forgotten promises,with teeth that’s a couple of spaces apart, I was certain I was seeing awful incarnate.

I wondered if she felt the chilly air seeping through the gaps in her teeth. I wonder if it’ll ever come out again.

“What took you so long?” she said.

There was nobody else around other than a stray cat.

“I…have no idea,” I said.

It was true.

***

“I used to be somebody, you know,” Miss Ingen said, sipping the coffee I made for her. It was black as she requested. As I expected.

“A lot of men wanted to marry me. Ha, many of them have been beautiful. Most of them were powerful. Power comes in many ways, you know? One was the leader of a serial killing club. Another controls West Africa. Another controls Hollywood–nah, he controls the people who control that plasticland.”

We were sitting on the couch I got from the garbage. Literally. I paid nothing for the lime thing. It’s one of the nicest things that happened this year. Well, there’s the fact that it’s lime. But hell, poor lodgers don’t have very wide palettes to choose from, do we?

“Why didn’t you marry any of them? I’d have gone for the Hollywood king,” I said

“I told you,” she said, “I used to be somebody. Why would I tie myself to anyone if I have the whole world for that? I traveled the world, you know. Far and wide. I’ve seen many things; some I wish I could forget, some I wish I still remember.” She sipped from her coffee, taking an eternity as she did so. I never said anything though. I was afraid I would end it all.

Finally she set her cup back in her lap. I relaxed.

“I was a household name in Siam for ten years. But then I moved on. You could only stay in a place for too long before it grows weary of you,” she said. I nodded. The same could be said for people. Do you Believe in Magic by Lovin’ Spoonful was playing next door.

I hate small apartments.

“Were you happy? Being a somebody?” I asked.

I’m not sure if there ever was a response. The next thing I knew I was staring at a pool of unfiltered sunlight molding itself in a cracked tile. There was only me lying on the lime-colored couch. The only evidence of the night before are the two empty cups on the floor.

I Used to be Somebody by lordego1

I Used to be Somebody by lordego1

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18 comments
  1. I used to be somebody….the final sentence in a lot of peoples lives I reckon.
    Great story.

    • At least they have been somebodies? Thank you J.D. Merry Irish Christmas! (although I don’t know how different that is from ours..) ;)

  2. You need to edit some more, but this piece has a good core.

  3. You know, that’s a really good story. You got a knack for characters, that’s for sure.

    • Aww thanks. You’re not too bad yourself. We’re still waiting for that book. *nudge2x* Merry Christmas Trent!

      • I’m a-working on it currently. Ah the holidays. Time for much drink and much writing.

  4. Your Story is Unique (including the theme picture) :-)

  5. Page 28 said:

    Maybe it’s the overwhelmingly decayed creepy person, or maybe it’s just me, but I get the sense that “not being somebody” is depicted rather negatively. Am I misreading this? Probably. But isn’t that a terrible pressure to uphold if so?

    • You know…I think the narrator is confused himself/herself/itself. It is a terrible pressure indeed, but at least that drives someone to do something instead of, I don’t know, stagnate? And yes, that portrait is totally creepy. I like it though, bwaha!

      Wish you have a happy Christmas, Josh! ;)

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      • I wonder. if the Google translate could He LP..? thx but I Dont celebrate these paganish holidays…so therefore no wish 4 U

  7. You need to edit some more. – shut the fuck up

      • Your obsession with me is strange and now pubic.

        ^ no typo above

  8. stacilys said:

    Brilliant post. It makes me think about how we are all destined to grow old and ugly some day. We tend to worry about such frivolous things when were in our youth. Hehehe.
    What’s up with your angry commenter.
    Anyhow, pretty cool blog you’ve got going here.
    =)
    Staci

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